| Rolling up that hash and the 7 gram blunt
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| I be smoking, smoking, smoking cause i’m never high enough
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| Can’t see the fucking room cause the windows fogging up
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| Riding down the block 195 can’t fuck with us
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| Smoking like a fire, loud pack burning up
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| Got that super strong, that now i’m gone, that 7 gram blunt
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| Smoking by myself counting all this money up
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| Smoking by myself on that 7 gram blunt
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| Rolling up that sour d
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| These nigga’s can’t fuck with me i do this shit so flawlessly
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| That nigga be balling, bitch you see me on the court
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| I be smoking, smoking, smoking, rolling up like it’s a sport
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| Kush be my cologne cause i’m hella smoked out
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| I just hopped out the whip and i let the smoke out
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| And I got my black shades so i’m hella lowed out
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| If a nigga ever tripping i’m leave him choked out
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| Stumped out, hit em up then we out
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| Cause i don’t fuck with niggas, yeah i bring the bitches out
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| I bring the mommy’s out, bitches from down south
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| Bitches up in Cali but i’m from Miami
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| Smoking on that Cali |